poor house

Get as many close-up shots of the hero's widow as you can.

"If only I had known about this sooner—"

"If only I had known the future sooner—"

"If I had known this earlier, I would never have ignored my family because of work. I would never have let him go to that bank, and he would not have left me—"

In the darkness, when Wu Xie came back to his senses, he vaguely heard the soliloquy with a crying voice and a strong nasal voice.His eyes gradually adapted to the surrounding environment, and he saw Aning whispering while spreading the quilt all by himself.

"Why didn't I know this sooner, why didn't I know this sooner—"

In the messy room, only the moonlight outside the window sadly illuminates the floor. A sad photo of Aning and a huge headline in black letters can be vaguely seen on the shredded newspapers all over the floor, but the news about the deceased is only in the corner. , a small piece will be described in detail.Wu Xie stood in the corner and looked at Ah Ning who was huddled on the bed, and she already understood why she was so obsessed with hoping to foresee the future.

Because she has no future.

Aning, who was tossing and turning on the bed, finally got up and sat in front of the desk. In the dark room, only the computer screen illuminated her pale face and the glass window in front of her.

"Why did you leave me, don't you leave me, I beg you don't go..."

While talking to himself and typing these meaningless words on the keyboard, Ah Ning's distracted pupils did not notice another figure behind her reflected on the mirror-like glass.

Wu Xie in the corner looked at the figure quietly and looked sadly at the weeping Aning. He wanted to reach out to touch her but it passed straight through her shoulder.In the notepad on the screen, there were only black and unreadable words left, but Ah Ning's fingers never stopped, and they were still tapping rapidly, as if venting, blaming himself, or blaming himself. Doing the last begging.

I don't know how long it took for the knocking sound to stop, and Ah Ning finally fell asleep by the table.And the image of that person took a lot of effort to make the blinking cursor slowly type out a few words.

"Don't cry, I'm here."

The slight sound of the keyboard still woke up Aning, who was in a light sleep. She rubbed her red and swollen eyes and looked at the screen in front of her, but her eyes were fixed on the extra words.

Wu Xie looked calmly at Aning who was sitting at the table and suddenly raised her head to look at the glass window. The black mirror reflected her haggard face and the empty house behind her.Ah Ning clenched his fist tightly, then slowly stretched out his palm, and gently stroked his left shoulder.

Did Aning know that he didn't leave?Noticing the change in Ah Ning's eyes, Wu Xie couldn't help but come up with this idea.But if Ah Ning knew, why did he still exist?

"Wu Xie? Why are you in my room?"

The sudden voice interrupted Wu Xie's thoughts, and when he came back to look at the scene of changing back to the humble house again, Wu Xie didn't know if he was still in a dream.

"A-Ning? Are you okay?" Wu Xie looked at the woman in suspender pajamas with some embarrassment, and Wu Xie took two steps back.

"What's the matter with me. It's your little guy, is he okay?" Seeing through Wu Xie's shyness at a glance, Aning picked up a coat and wrapped it around his body.

"Wang Meng? He's alright." While speaking, he turned around and looked at the empty seat behind him. Wu Xie looked at the still dark sky again, wondering when he woke up.The task entrusted to me has not been completed yet, so why did I suddenly wake up?

"Wu Xie, I had a dream just now." His eyes fell on the open computer screen, and Aning smiled sadly, "I dreamed about him. You should know who I'm talking about."

"Well, I know." Nodding, Wu Xie looked around, wondering why the black shadow disappeared.

"It was the first time in my life that I made headlines, but it was because of my husband's death." Said lightly, Aning's tone was full of self-mockery and regret. "I never cared about my family before, and I would not cherish the days when he was here. If I could know the future—hehe, even though I can know the future now, I can't change anything."

"Since you feel that you can't change it, why don't you live your current life well, instead of indulging in journalism work even more?" Not understanding Ah Ning's thinking, Wu Xie only felt that the Ah Ning in front of him now and the Ah Ning a few days ago Ning seems to be different.Not so sharp and aggressive, but rather lonely.

"Because, I want to write." Aning looked at the cursor still jumping on the document, and said with a smile, "The future cannot be changed. Since I can predict death, I want to pass through these irreversible and reversible deaths. , Let the living people understand the value of life."

"Eh?!" Why is it completely different from what I and her husband guessed? !Wu Xie looked at Ah Ning's peaceful and calm expression in surprise, and couldn't believe his ears.

"Do you all think that I am still the same person I was back then? I used to write news and news just for the sake of news. But now, although I report on death, what I write is life, life." Aning said shallowly She smiled and stroked the broken hair beside her ears, her almond-like eyes reflected her own image on the glass window. "Probably because of some airs and aura, after a long time, I can't put it down. And those who run the news really need these."

"But those news, you didn't really go to—"

"Stupid, news needs not only timeliness, but also persistence. Without follow-up reports, what effect can a piece of news have?"

"Wait, you just said, us?" Suddenly realizing something was wrong in Aning's words, Wu Xie stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes, not sure that his guess was correct.

"Wu Xie, I'm really sorry for disturbing your life. Because I know you have the ability to dream, so I want to see how you can use the 'now to create the future'. Death is a certain number, if you save one, there will inevitably be another One to fill in. The absolute of the future is here. So I really want to know how you will face this future caused by yourself." Shrugging, Aning seemed to have become that vigorous and resolute woman again. Reporter, Wu Xie suddenly felt a little oppressed by the gradually sharpening aura.

"At least I won't escape like you." After a long silence, Wu Xie said slowly, "I will no longer avoid death caused by my mistakes like I used to. Since it is a definite number, I won't leave nothing to chance .At least I can save my friend's life. As for the filling, it is what you said, it is the absolute future. Since it is absolute, it means that my actions are already within the life count. So such a death, and Not because of me."

"What a stealing concept. People are really selfish." As if she got a satisfactory answer, Ah Ning smiled lightly and clapped her hands.

"It's not." His gaze fell behind Aning, and Wu Xie also slowly laughed. "I already understand your purpose. If you want me to convey it, I will bring it along with you."

"Wu Xie, haven't you heard that dreams are always reversed?" The inexplicable words made Wu Xie confused.Aning looked at Wu Xie's stunned look, and the smile on his face became even more beautiful. "It looks like I'm really dreaming."

"Dream?" Is it still in a dream?Wu Xie looked at the playful smile on Aning's face in disbelief, and suddenly understood why her husband hadn't disappeared.If she only believed in his existence in a dream, then when Ah Ning woke up, it meant that she firmly believed that he was no longer there.Therefore, he can only appear when Aning is asleep, and the Aning he perceives is the opposite of the one in the dream.Unexpectedly, this dream was both a connection and an obstacle.

"If you can really give me a message, then please ask him why he hasn't said a word of love to me after being married for so long." The shy smile on his face made Aning look like a A little girl who just fell in love, she looked at Wu Xie quietly, and said word by word, "Don't envy what others have, just look at what you hold tightly in your own hands."

Subconsciously looking down at his wrist, the faded red rope was still loosely wound, and at some point, his hand was wrapped by another hand.

"Brother?" Raising his head abruptly, Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qiling's worried face that suddenly appeared in front of him, and then at Wang Meng who was still sleeping soundly behind him, frowning in confusion.

"Wu Xie, it's dawn." Holding Wu Xie's hand and opening the curtain, Zhang Qiling looked at the already bright sky outside the window, and said softly, "You're already awake."

"What?!" Looking around in surprise, I realized that I was in my own room, "But I still have a lot to say! Whether it was Aning who asked me to say it or he asked me to say it, I It has not been conveyed!"

"A-Ning is gone." Zhang Qiling said lightly, leading Wu Xie into the vacated room, where Hei Xiazi and Xie Yuhua were packing up the remaining bedding.

"Yo, little naive, are you awake?" The blind man smiled lightly, as if he was just an ordinary tenant these days, not the thorn in his flesh that had caused him a headache for a long time.

"A-Ning left just like that?" Still can't believe that this incident ended so inexplicably, Wu Xie looked at Xie Yuhua who was helping the blind man make the bed with a face full of disbelief.

"The matter of the young couple